Patriarchys Dead - Kate Couriel

Key: Dm Tuning: E A D G B E * = strum once Verse 1: Dm* I'm not like that claimed the boy C* I believed him till he was Bb* I'm not like that claimed the man F* I believed him A7* Dm* Now I don't like being touched but C I'm not like that claimed my friend Bb* Proved me wrong once again F* I'm not like that claimed my partner Dm* Believing's getting harder C* I'm not like that claimed the world Bb* And who didn't try believe

Couldn't name a single F* A7* Dm* Unaffected friend by age 15 C* I'm not like that claim the president Bb* At this point I have doubt F* But I'm not like that and he's not Why don't you believe me Chorus: Dm A* Patriarchy's dead show some respect Bb Cause some angry fucking female F Put a knife through his neck Dm And he bled out into diet pills A He's red and blue and bitesize Bb Packs a punch She takes him F On an empty stomach Dm* You feed him to your sons Verse 2: Dm Patriarchy faked his death C He rebranded as security Bb This female purity as F* Wow you’re actually not bad Fuck me Dm Your best mate is the guy C Sees a spiking opportunity Bb Can’t hold on to female employees F Got nothing to do with me Dm Men C Avenge me from the grave Bb F In the name of tradition Dm C They’re starting to misbehave Bb F Save yourself, save your women Chorus: Dm* A Patriarchy's dead show some respect Bb Cause some angry fucking female F Put a knife through his neck Dm And he bled out into diet pills A He's red and blue and bitesize Bb Packs a punch She takes him F On an empty stomach Dm You feed him to your sons Bridge: Dm N.C. He’s dead A He’s grinning through your teeth You need a dead man cos’ Bb* Bb God forbid a woman is believed Gm You’re on stage smile, wave, pray A A killer who denies it Dm Is a killer all the same Chorus: Dm* A Patriarchy's dead show some respect Bb Cause some angry fucking female F Put a knife through his neck Dm And he bled out into diet pills A He's red and blue and bitesize Bb Packs a punch She takes him F* On an empty stomach You feed him to your sons